BOSF 036: The First Time

“Mmm…” 

Ji Yan had ensured there was enough lubrication and sufficient expansion, but this position wasn’t as simple as he’d imagined, nor did it go as smoothly as in the film. He could feel the tip of Xiang Yang’s erection being engulfed, and along with the shame, a dull pain radiated from behind.

The pain made him pause, but he didn’t cry out. He tried to relax his body and continued lowering himself.

Perhaps his expression betrayed his discomfort, or maybe Xiang Yang noticed that Ji Yan’s erection had softened. Xiang Yang’s hands steadied Ji Yan’s waist, stopping him.

“Xiang Yang?” Ji Yan lifted his eyes to look at him.

Xiang Yang gazed at him steadily and spoke, “You’re in pain… don’t do it…”

Ji Yan froze. He could feel that Xiang Yang was still hard, patiently holding back to accommodate him. It didn’t seem like he didn’t want this. Humans, despite their intelligence, are still creatures driven by instinct and desire. But Xiang Yang said he didn’t want Ji Yan to hurt, so he shouldn’t do it.

Suddenly, the pain behind Ji Yan seemed insignificant. He leaned closer, resting his face against Xiang Yang’s neck, his voice soft and almost coquettish. “But I want to do it…”

Seizing the moment when Xiang Yang couldn’t see his flushed face, he added, “…Xiang Yang, I want you inside me. Don’t you want to?”

Xiang Yang immediately eased his grip but kept his hands on Ji Yan’s waist.

Having said something so embarrassing, Ji Yan felt there was nothing left he couldn’t say. He let out a soft breath, took one of Xiang Yang’s hands, and placed it on his groin. “Touch me… it won’t hurt then.”

Hearing this, Xiang Yang moved, his fingers curling around Ji Yan’s softened member. As the calloused pads brushed over the tip, Ji Yan let out a soft hum, and the flesh in Xiang Yang’s hand gradually hardened again. Years of mutual comfort had taught Xiang Yang that this meant Ji Yan was truly feeling good. So, he began stroking with practiced ease, as if truly believing Ji Yan’s words.

“Mmm…” Ji Yan quickly responded to the stimulation, the tip of his erection quivering, leaking clear fluid.

Over the years, Xiang Yang’s learning ability had improved significantly. Though slower than most, he diligently practiced anything Ji Yan taught him, persisting until he got it right. The results of his learning were directly reflected on Ji Yan, his teacher. Except for the initial clumsiness, in their mutual sessions, Ji Yan was always the one to lose control first.

Ji Yan suddenly moaned, suppressing his shame to say, “Xiang Yang… slow down… don’t make me finish too fast…”

He hadn’t let Xiang Yang touch him earlier precisely to avoid climaxing too quickly.

Xiang Yang looked slightly confused. Ji Yan’s reactions were familiar yet different. But he ultimately followed Ji Yan’s request, stroking intermittently.

Ji Yan felt like Xiang Yang was toying with his erection, making him even more embarrassed. But the gentle touches below were undeniably pleasurable.

His body tensed with pleasure, but his entrance gradually relaxed. So, he tried lowering himself again, finally managing to take Xiang Yang in bit by bit.

Xiang Yang was inside him, filling him completely. Ji Yan could almost sense his size and shape, a mix of shame and a blissful sense of fulfillment.

“Xiang Yang, can you feel it? You’re… inside me…” Ji Yan’s hand touched where they were joined, his entrance gripping tightly, the inner walls contracting from tension, squeezing until Xiang Yang let out a muffled groan.

“Mmm…”

Ji Yan listened to Xiang Yang’s groan in a daze, pausing for a moment before remembering what he was doing. He hugged Xiang Yang’s shoulders and began moving up and down.

Xiang Yang’s erection rubbed inside him. They hadn’t used a condom…

It wasn’t that Ji Yan didn’t want to, but in their small town, buying such things could easily reach his parents’ ears, and he wouldn’t know how to explain. Besides, he wanted a memory—a direct, physical connection with Xiang Yang.

Perhaps because it was their first time, Ji Yan didn’t quite know what he was doing. He could feel Xiang Yang inside him, but it didn’t seem to hit his prostate. Was it the position? Still, Xiang Yang’s occasional soft pants by his ear didn’t sound fake.

Ji Yan asked, “Xiang Yang, does it feel good?”

“Mmm.”

Since Xiang Yang felt good, Ji Yan didn’t mind as much. While maintaining the same up-and-down motion, he leaned in to kiss Xiang Yang’s neck.

Xiang Yang groaned again, his Adam’s apple bobbing, looking incredibly sexy.

Xiang Yang’s jawline and neck were beautifully defined, lean and sharp, which was why Ji Yan often touched his chin. In the heat of the moment, Ji Yan couldn’t resist nibbling on his Adam’s apple.

Xiang Yang twitched from the ticklish sensation, likely a reflex. He tightened his grip on Ji Yan’s lower back, pressing him down.

The deep thrust hit the perfect angle, finally striking Ji Yan’s prostate. Ji Yan gasped, trembling violently, nearly jumping up, but Xiang Yang held him tightly, pulling him back down.

Xiang Yang seemed to understand why Ji Yan was so insistent on doing this. Being wrapped in tight, soft walls felt a hundred times better than using hands.

“Xiang Yang…” Ji Yan lost himself for a moment, his backside numb when he came to. He couldn’t tell if Xiang Yang was moving or if he was matching the rhythm. The next steps seemed to come naturally, the friction inside growing more intense. He even heard his own uncontrollable moans. His arms clung tightly to Xiang Yang’s shoulders, and he climaxed onto Xiang Yang’s body, his entrance reflexively tightening. Then, Xiang Yang groaned heavily and released inside him.

Their clumsy first time ended like that.

When Ji Yan slid off Xiang Yang, he felt the wetness inside, the contents threatening to leak out. But he didn’t care, collapsing onto Xiang Yang, their skin pressed close, lingering in the warmth.

It was just past four in the afternoon, the sunlight outside still strong, but the light filtering into the room was a gentle pale yellow, softly illuminating Ji Yan’s sweat-dampened lower back. The fine hairs on his skin glowed softly, and Xiang Yang couldn’t resist reaching out to touch the spot.

“Mmm…” Ji Yan, half-closing his eyes to rest, seemed reluctant to move, squirming slightly from the ticklish touch. “Don’t touch…”

Xiang Yang stopped but shifted his gaze from Ji Yan’s lower back to his rounded backside. He reached out, grabbing it, feeling the dampness in the crease.

“Xiang Yang?” Ji Yan was roused by the touch, opening his eyes to look at him. He paused, falling silent. Pressed against Xiang Yang, he could clearly feel the stirring below, heat rushing back to his face. “How are you… again?”

Xiang Yang’s fingers slipped into Ji Yan’s crease, lightly brushing the wet entrance.

Ji Yan shivered sensitively. Just as he slid off Xiang Yang, he felt Xiang Yang press over him. Their positions reversed, with Xiang Yang on top and Ji Yan beneath.

Seeing Xiang Yang’s erection swell again, Ji Yan’s mind was a mess, unsure if he should indulge once more. But glancing at the clock on the wall, he didn’t refuse. “If you want more, be quick… Auntie will be back by five at the latest…”